Friday 21 March 2003
 

Professor: Start the ship, Leela. Let’s just steal the damn radar dish and go back to our own time.
Fry: But, but won’t that change history?
Professor: Oooh, a lesson in not changing history from Mr. “I’m my own grandpa.” Let’s get the hell out of here already. Screw history!
[after much destruction, both in time and space (including a missile painted, “Roswell that ends well”)]
Professor: Choke on that, causality!

The crew says good-bye to 1947
“Roswell That Ends Well”
written by J. Stewart Burns
Futurama

I collapsed in hysterical laughter throughout this whole scene, probably because of the strong presumption in all the science fiction I have read and seen against changing history. Plus the verboten incest-with-your-own-grandma thing.
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